A Bed
Cradle me at my weakest and keep me lifted after defeat.
Soldier, pull me back and awaken me, before we are to retreat
Peer as the people pass into the perception of my mind,
Name me crazy to believe the short passing of the time.
Keep me warm and set me free,
Allow my soul to march carelessly.
Shoot me restless days, to coil back to you;
Then refund me the drug that carries me far, like you do.
I’ve bloomed, play a factor, now call me your flower,
Let my body lay, and be my pot for counted solid hours.
Revive me as I remain shut eyed,
Thank you bed, you’ve kept me alive.
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